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GropeWorthyCullen is awesome. We swooned over breaded Rob with his publicist Stephanie at Jimmy Fallon's Emmy Party.
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Chapter 3 The Best Day
I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
But I know you're not scared of anything at all
Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today
-Taylor Swift
It all clicks after that epic Sunday night fight Emmett had with Edward. Why Edward can't stand me. He feels threatened by me. I am taking his best friend from him. Sure, they will always be brothers, but I am quickly replacing him in the best friend department.
Part of me feels bad for Edward. He doesn't seem to have a lot of close friends. Sure, he has friends, but nothing close to the friendship he shares with his brother.
I figure all this out as my feet hit the pavement on my morning jog down the Burke Gilman trail. It's my favorite trail to run, because I can start at the University and take it up along the lake. It's quiet and flat. I try to go early every morning and keep a steady pace.
I start thinking about Emmett, and the progression of our physical relationship. It has left the PG and ventured in PG-13 land. Emmett is asking me about sex. I tell him I'm not ready and hope he is okay with blow jobs a little while longer. Maybe BJ's would be rated R...yeah probably. Sex would be like NC-17.
I can sense another runner behind me, I nearly jump out of my skin when a hand reaches out and touches my back. I turn to see Emmett.
I pull my left ear bud from my ear, and look at him with confusion. "What are you doing here?" I ask him as he slows down to keep pace with me.
"Didn't you hear?" he asks me. I shake my head no. "A girl was rapped yesterday running this trail by herself. I don't want you to run by yourself until they catch this guy," he warns me.
I'm thankful he is here. It's unsettling that a place I go to find peace is now tainted by crime.
"You gonna run with me every morning?" I ask him with smirk.
"Yup," he smiles back. "That is, if you can keep up," he winks before picking up his pace and running ahead of me. I'm always up for a challenge so I sprint after him.
I pass him and turn my head to stick my tongue out at him. "You're gonna be sorry!" he yells at me picking up more speed.
I squeal as he gets closer and I run behind a tree. We circle around it as I try to evade him. It doesn't take long before I let him get me. He grabs my hips and pulls me into his chest. He brushes my hair off my forehead, and I let out an unsteady breath of air swirl around us in the cold air.
He pushes his mouth against mine as he pins me against the bare tree, leaves crunch beneath our feet. I feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. The bark on the tree is scraping my back, but I don't care, because all I want is to taste him.
"Let's go back to your place," he says while he nibbles on my earlobe.
"I'll race ya!" I tell him pushing him away and running full speed ahead.
We get to my apartment out of breath and unable to keep our hands off one another. We kiss while I attempt to unlock the front door. I can't seem to handle both tasks.
"Need help?" he offers.
"I can do it. I just can't seem to insert the right key," I explain when the last key I fumble with glides smoothly into the lock.
"I can help you insert something," he says suggestively as we stumble inside the apartment.
I can feel myself getting excited...down there. I want to be more comfortable with sex. I do, I guess I just have to do it at my own pace. Gain experience or whatever.
Emmett peels off my shirt, leaving me in my black sports bra and tight black pants. His hands roam all over my stomach. I move my hands up his shirt, he raises his arms and his shirt lands on the floor next to mine.
"Stop," I tell him. "All gross and sweaty," I point out.
"So you want to take a shower together?" Emmett asks hopeful.
"I'll be really quick," I assure him.
I peel the rest of my clothes off in the shower and step under the water. I start washing my hair and as I am rinsing the cucumber scent, the door opens. I peek out of the plastic underwater shower curtain to see Emmett. He starts to take off his sweat pants and he has no underwear on.
"Mommy didn't do your laundry?" I tease.
"Let's not talk about my mother at a time like this...please," he moans. "I rushed out to catch you on your run, I was worried," he explains.
"It be really quick if we showered together," he winks at me as he climbs in. I'm not uncomfortable with him seeing me like this, I mean I'm not a complete prude. Damn, I would never hear the end of it from Edward if he heard me say that.
Emmett pulls my back against his chest and I can feel the hardness resting on my lower back. His lips move down my neck as the hot water sprays my chest.
Emmett doesn't try to hide his excitement and I don't want him to. It's erotic the way he is moving it against my lower back and ass.
He grinds it into me as his hands attack my breasts. Each hand completely cover my breasts. Soon my right nipple is being rolled between his fingers while he pinches my other one.
I arch my back in pleasure when he pulls both of my breast out by grasping my nipples. Soon his hands slides further down, and he begins rubbing me...down there.
I know he is going to ask if we can have sex. I'm not sure what I will say, because I don't even know why I am so hesitant. The three times I had sex, were not very memorable. Do you even count intercourse that lasts thirty seconds?
His fingers enter me...down there, while his thumb circles my sensitive spot. I wrap my hand behind me and around his...thingy and stroke up and down his lenght. I let my thumb sweep across the tip when my hand comes up.
"Baby, you feel so good," Emmett moans from behind me. I turn around to face him my mouth crashes with his as water runs between our lips. I miss the way his tongue moves against mine. It's soft and smooth and tastes like wintergreen.
He wraps his arms around my back, and lifts me off the floor. My legs wrap around his waist and his tongue finds the inside of my mouth as he pushes me against the cold tile wall.
"Let's get out of here," he breathes.
In a matter of seconds, he puts me down and hands me my towel, as he wraps another one around his waist.
Once we are on my bed, he is kissing down my stomach. His mouth is...down there. My hands hold the back of his head because it feels so good. I pull him up and I attack his mouth with mine.
He goes back to rubbing...down there, and I shift my hips closer to his hand.
"Do you have protection?" he asks me.
I shake my head no. I have never bought condoms in my life. Ever. I am mortified when I bring tampons up to the counter at the drug store still. I can't imagine bringing up condoms.
"Don't move, I have one in my wallet," he smirks at me with a peck on my lips. I'm not ready. I don't want to have sex yet. He makes me feel really good, but I just don't feel comfortable enough yet.
"I can't," I barely whisper. Emmett rolls off of me. "I'm sorry," I tell him.
He stands up, and leaves the room. I want to cry. I wonder if I am defective. He comes back in the room, fully clothed, and I wrap a blanket around myself to cover up. I think my entire body might be red from embarrassment.
Emmett climbs back in bed with me, and pulls me against his chest. He places a light kiss on my forehead. "Don't be sorry...just tell me. I mean what's the problem? We have been pretty serious since we met. It's been like two months. I just don't know...what is holding you back?" he asks me.
"I-I-I mean, I don't know," I stutter. "I guess although I'm not a virgin...I'm not...um,exactly experienced either. I mean I have had sex with one person, a total of three times." I explain to him.
I was with Jacob for two years. I thought it was love. I mean, I guess for seventeen it was as close to love as anyone would expect. He wasn't going to college, and I was. He was going to go work at his fathers garage. The summer before I left for Washington, we had sex. I gave him my virginity. I somehow felt like, if he had that piece of me we wouldn't grow apart. We did it two more times that summer before I left. Jacob thought, I was his forever, because of the act. Not even sex could keep us constant. Not with the distance. Not with all the new places and people I have met. Not with all the dreams I uncovered since leaving home. Sex is never the answer. I learned that lesson the hard way. By the time I went home for winter break freshman year, Jacob and I hadn't talked in months.
We just stopped calling each other. Stopped talking. I moved on.
He remained constant. He was still Jacob, small town boy from Stanfield Arizona, population six hundred and fifty one. I was no longer his counterpart. I was independent. I was moving forward. It was obvious once I left, our paths were too different. I knew he was heartbroken. I knew he wanted me to tell him I would go to school closer to home, or that I would come back and live my life with him, but I couldn't. I don't want that life.
I suppose part of me is terrified the same thing will happen when Emmett leaves. I hope it doesn't. I would be heartbroken if he just left and forgot about me, like I did to Jacob. How was I to know if Emmett would leave and find this whole new life that I wasn't vital to?
I didn't leave Jacob that fall with the intention of leaving him behind. You don't mean to hurt people you care about, but sometimes it's just unavoidable.
All of these thoughts are swimming in my head. I think it's too soon to be feeling this way. I mean two months with someone, should I be worried about whether or not I will be vital to their future? It scares the crap out of me. I want to tell Emmett all of these things, the stories of my past, but worry it will scare him.
"Beautiful?" he asks, tearing me from the panic attack that began bubbling to the surface. I turn to look at him and force a small smile. "You gotta tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours." he insists, his fingers graze my jaw than trace my lips. "I'm falling in love with you Bella, and I'm starting to wonder if it's completely one sided."
I feel my heart expand at his words, then ache for making him think my inability to have sex has to do with my feelings.
"No, Emmett." I tell him shaking my head. I need to assure him. "It's the opposite. I feel so much, and it's so fast, and it scares me...cause I'm falling in love with you too," I tell him, before his hand cups the back of my head and he pulls my mouth to his. The kiss is slow, languid. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I move closer to him.
He pulls away and looks at me, "Then what are we waiting for?" he asks me.
I tell him what I am scared of; that I'm afraid he will forget all about me when he leaves, and if I give him all of me, I won't be whole anymore. He will have a piece of me I won't ever get back, and it scares me. I tell him about Jacob and how I just forgot about him, hurt him, and how I didn't even shed a tear.
"Bella you were eighteen. You are entitled to grow up, and sometimes that means growing apart. We are adults, and I don't see myself without you," he tells me.
I let go of the blanket that I'm clutching to my chest, letting it drop in a pool below me. I turn to straddle him, and with a sure voice, I tell him I'm ready.
In seconds his clothes are in a pile on my bedroom floor. He hovers on top of me, brushes my hair from my face, and he says, "I love you." I feel him at my entrance, and he pushes in slowly. He fills me, and he moves slow, while I adjust to the feeling of him being inside me.
Sweat drips down his brow. My nails scrape against his back as I try to get as close to him as possible. My legs lock around his sides as he pumps in and out of me. I feel myself come undone. Stars flash behind my closed eyes, and my legs go tense around him. I spasm around him. My teeth sink into the skin on his shoulder because I don't want to scream. I release him and let my head fall back on the pillow, my legs loosen, and he smiles a victorious smile at me.
He rests his forehead on mine while he uses long hard strokes. He pushes in hard one last time, and with a grunt he comes.
We lie in bed wrapped up in my sheets, a tangle of arms and legs. When we can't stay in bed any longer, we take another shower together, I wrap my legs around his waist while he enters me again. He pushes my back against the shower wall and hits the perfect spot inside me until I mumble, "stars, stars, stars."
Emmett stills his movements and just holds me. His head rests on my shoulder as he catches his breathe. "Stars?" he finally asks.
"It's what I see...ya know..when I..." I can't say it.
"Orgasm?" he laughs. I feel the heat rising in my face. I nod.
After we get dressed, I tell him I need smokes. I meant to get a pack on my way back from my run, but he distracted me. There is a corner store a few blocks away, it will only take five minutes to walk there.
I slip on my favorite matchstick jeans, one of Emmett's wife beaters, and my low top chucks. I rush out the door, armed with only my keys, five dollars and a lighter in my back pocket. I don't want to be away from Emmett very long.
I enter the store with a jingle, that signals my arrival, I go right to the counter and wait behind a few people for my turn.
"Pack of Camel lights," I tell the clerk.
"ID, please," he tells me, and I want to kick myself. I don't have my ID. I always buy my cigarettes here, they know me. But this guy is new. I understand I look like a kid. The fact that I'm wearing chucks doesn't help my cause.
Maybe if I took Alice's advice, and dressed less like a teenager and more like an adult then I wouldn't be in this situation.
I groan in frustration. "I forgot it," I tell him. He doesn't care. He won't sell them too me. I don't blame him, he could get fined, lose his job. I grab my keys off the counter and turn to leave, letting him know I will be back.
That's when I crash into Edward. He holds my arms steady, and moves past me to make his purchase. "Bella," he smirks. "Trying to walk and chew gum at the same time again?"
"Very funny Edward," I say pretending to laugh.
"Can I get two packs of Camel lights?" Edward asks the guy, sliding him money and ID. I leave, completely frustrated.
I'm walking briskly back towards my apartment when I hear him calling after me, "Hey! Spaz!" he yells. I turn to see him jogging towards me. I stop and wait wondering what the hell he wants from me. When he gets closer he tosses me a pack of Camels.
"What's this for?" I ask weary of his nice gesture.
"Well, I wasn't going to give them to you since you left so abruptly, but I'm feeling generous," he tells me hitting his pack against the palm of his hand, then ripping the cellophane from the box.
He pulls out two cigarettes and hands me one.
"Thanks," I tell him as we begin to walk at a slower pace as while we smoke. I offer him my five dollars, and he tells me I have offended him.
When we get to my apartment, I tell him Emmett is there, and ask him if he wants to come up.
"I'd rather gauge my eyes out with hot pokers than subject myself to you two," he tells me. He doesn't say bye, he just keeps walking.
I can't say I'm not relieved that he didn't take me up on my offer to come up and hang out. I didn't ask because I wanted him to, I asked because I felt obligated to.
When I get back upstairs, Emmett and I make plans to go out for dinner. The day quickly turns into one of my best days ever, despite running into Edward and being called a spaz.
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EPOV
Things with Emmett are better. He apologized for making me feel like he didn't give a shit anymore. He told me he didn't think it would upset me to bring her over to see the houseboat since she loves the water so much.
He loves our boys night too, and doesn't want to lose them either. Last Sunday, he had a lot to say. Well, not as many details as I would normally get after he got laid. After a two month dry spell none the less. I thought I would hear all about her. Nope. What does he want to talk about? Being in love with the chick.
I tried to refrain from gagging, but it was no use. I can't say I was surprised at his admission. I saw it coming. I knew that it was only a matter of time when he said he was waiting for her. I told him I was happy for him...but not for being in love, for getting laid.
I am happy for him. He is always smiling when she is around, and his eyes have this new light behind them whenever he sees her or even talks to her. I appreciate her for that, but it still doesn't mean I have to like her.
I spend endless hours in the library studying. I have to take the MCAT this year, and it's do or die time. The pressure is on, and all of my hard work and dreams of becoming a doctor could crumble with this one test.
I'm cocky, so I tell people I am pre-med, I mean why else would I major in biology? If I don't pass the MCAT and if I don't get into medical school, I will disappoint my parents. I'll feel like a failure. I can't not get into med school. Failure isn't an option, not for me, it is not.
A loud bang, followed by a half yelled "shit." takes my attention away from the books in front of me. I look up to see Bella. Figures. She must have tripped and dropped all the books and papers she was carrying. She is down on her knees attempting to collect everything into her arms. Huh...I wonder if this is how she looks when doing something else?
Some guy laughs and steps on a pile of papers she is trying to gather. She gives him the stink eye, as he keeps walking. It pisses me off. I mean what happened to chivalry? Helping people? I know I can push buttons, but at the end of the day, I think I am a decent guy. I hold doors, I offer my hand, and if a girl drops her shit in front of me no matter how much she annoys me, I help her pick the shit up.
With a grunt I push away from the desk and kneel down in front of her, helping her with the things she dropped. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile.
"You really need to watch where you're going," I tell her. "That guy was an ass," I add. Once she has everything, I stand up. I offer her my hand and pull her up.
"Thanks, you didn't have to do that," she tells me.
I shrug. "I know," I tell her going back to my spot. I mumble under my breath when I see her set down her messy pile across from me. I don't lift my head, only my eyes silently asking her what the hell she is doing.
"Mind if I sit here?" she asks.
"It's a free country," I tell her.
"I just think we kind of got off on the wrong foot, and I was hoping maybe we could try to be civil or maybe even friends," she offers.
"I can try to be civil," I tell her, because I don't think I can honestly handle her clumsy, spazzy, awkwardness long enough to form a friendship.
"What are you reading?" she asks, and I tell myself to breath in and out. I need to remain calm. I close my eyes in annoyance and look up at her. I let out the breath I was holding in my lungs before telling her I am at the library for the same reason she is, peace and quiet.
"I was attempting to study for the MCAT's until I was interrupted by my brothers clumsy girlfriend," I say with a fake smile.
"I-I was-" I stop her.
"Look, I don't have all day to listen to you attempt to talk, if you want to sit here, could you please be quiet?" I ask her a little too loudly. A few people shush me.
She doesn't respond. She nods at me and opens her books. After a few minutes, I peek up at her. Her pencil is between her teeth, her eyebrows are knitted together in what seems to be confusion, and her leg is shaking under the table.
"Do you mind?" I ask her. "Your jerky movements are shaking the table," I tell her with gritted teeth.
"I, um, I can't figure this out, and it's kind of stressing me out," she tells me. I feel my eyes bug out as I look at her. Is she serious? Does she think I care?
Obviously I do, "What can't you figure out?" I ask her.
"Molecular biology," she sighs.
I pull the book from in front of her and look at it. I go over the page, and with my tone laced in annoyance I explain it to her. "RNA is synthesized, In this diagram, the top DNA strand is the sense strand, and in sequence would read the same as the RNA except with T's instead of U's. The bottom strand is the anti-sense strand, and acts as the template for transcription." I tell her pushing the book back to her.
"Oh thanks," she mumbles. I think she gets it. I don't really care if she does. I want to get back to studying, but really we are looking at the same thing right now, so helping her isn't distracting me much.
So I help her. I explain things to her. And every answer I give her or explanation I can't hide the annoyance in my voice. I honestly don't know why she keeps asking me.
We wrap things up, and I offer to walk out with her. "So, I heard you and my brother finally did the nasty," I say to her raising my eyebrows suggestively.
"And I was just wondering what happened to the Edward I have come to hate and despise," she says staring at me with her brown eyes.
"He can't stay away too long, it would be no fun if he did," I wink at her. "I'm just sad I can't call you a cocktease anymore," I give her a frown.
"Right, well...ah...thanks for your help. It was tolerable up until a few minutes ago," she says before waving tensely at me and walking away quickly.
"Oh Bella, don't be so transparent!" I call after her. I pick up my pace to catch up with her, turning my body sideways to get between two girls that I noticed checking me out. I smirk at the blonde as my body brushes against hers.
Bella doesn't turn around, she does what she does best, flips me the bird. I guess it's easier for her than speaking.
I should be honest. The girl is smart. I'm impressed by her ability to learn. She picks things up quickly once she understands. She just isn't graceful with anything.
I finally catch up to her, and she glares at me. "Don't you know how to button your shirts?" she asks.
I look down and notice it's uneven. "I work hard for this fresh out of bed look," I tell her. You couldn't tell, but my slim fit Seven for all Mankind jeans cost almost two Benjamin's. I live in them.
While Emmett is clean cut, the picture perfect image of Abercombie and Finch, I am more comfort. I like to look rough around the edges.
And surprisingly, it's the one thing Bella and I seem to have in common. Except I'm comfortable in my skin, and she isn't. Or if she is, she hasn't let me see that side of her.
Emmett calls and invites me over for a party at the frat house, I have nothing better to do, so I agree to go. When I spot him and Bella at the beer pong table, I grab a beer. Emmett and I do the half handshake half hug thing.
"Bella," I say with a nod.
Emmett stands behind Bella, his arms are wrapped around her waist and his head rests on her shoulder. He is kissing her cheek and down her neck. She is giggling. I don't know why I am staring. I sip my beer and look away. It's not a full out party since it's a week night, so the house isn't packed.
Emmett runs out of corona, and tells us he is going to run to the store to get some more. He asks Bella to go with him, but she says she will stay with Alice and Jasper. Emmett asks me to keep an eye on her. I didn't know she needed a babysitter, but I shouldn't be surprised. She is prone to accidents.
When I go to refill my beer at the keg, I see Riley. "Hey man," I say. "How's it going?" I ask him.
"Just checking out that fine piece of ass over there," he says pointing to Bella.
"That's Emmett's girl, dude." I inform him. I want to tell him she isn't worth his time, once she opens her mouth she loses all points, but I won't. Simply because she is Emmett's girl. As much as everyone likes to think I'm that guy, I'm not. I wouldn't talk shit about her to anyone. Talking shit on her would be like talking shit on Emmett.
"Where is he?" Riley asks, scanning the room for him.
"Beer run," I tell him.
"Well then, she is fair game," he says with a smirk.
"Dude, You'll stay away from her if you know what's good for you," I warn him lightly. It's just the way guys are, but I won't have some asshat trying to move in on my brothers girlfriend. I don't care how much I can't stand her. You don't fuck with my brother, and if you fuck with his girl, you fuck with me. I hope he gets the message I am trying to convey without starting an actual fight.
We tire of beer pong, and Alice suggests we play suck and blow. I like the sound of it, so I'm in. Bella says she doesn't want to play without Emmett, I tell her to stop acting like such a prude.
Alice takes out the joker card from a deck on a nearby table and says she will start. She puts the card to her lips and sucks to hold it in place. She brings it to Jasper and blows so he can secure it on his lips by sucking it. Whoever lets it drop, has to drink. The hard part is you have to keep your hands behind your back. You can't use them at all.
It goes around the circle, and I have to pass it to Bella. I lean down and press my lips against hers the only thing between them is the flimsy card. I can feel her suck in and I let myself stop and blow out.
I cringe, because I didn't realize she was standing next to Riley. She stands on her tip toes and brings her mouth to his. He doesn't do what he is supposed to and he lets the card slip away, making contact with her lips.
She pushes away really fast, but he grabs her not letting her go. "No hands asshole!" I yell at him as I shove him off her.
He stumbles back, but as he walks forward his fist collides with my jaw. I charge at him, punching him in the gut. He is bigger than me, but I am faster. I feel Jasper trying to pull me back, but I push him away. It distracts me and Riley gets me in a head lock. I try to move and push him against the wall even though he has a tight grip on me.
His fist makes contact with my left eye, I can feel blood dripping from my face. Things start to get blurry. His hands are tight around my neck. I feel my body hit the ground with a thud, and I cough trying to catch my breath. I spit out some blood and wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt.
When I look up, Emmett is kicking his ass. Bella is kneeling in front of me. "Holy shit, Edward! Are you crazy?" she asks me. "You didn't have to do that!" she tells me.
"Can't you just thank me, and get it over with?" I ask her annoyed.
"Thank you," she says quickly. She extends her hand and helps me up.
"Don't flatter yourself too much, I did it for Emmett," I tell her as we walk towards the kitchen. She rolls her eyes, and hands me a wet wash cloth to clean my face. The cut above my eye stings like a bitch. I can feel my lip getting fat, and my neck feels like it's on fire.
Bella hands me a bag full of ice. I'm not sure where to put it. My eye or my lip. I settle for my eye. I need to be able to see and I can already feel it swelling. I jump up and sit on the counter, holding the cold bag on my eye.
"What the hell happened?" Emmett's voice booms as he comes in the kitchen.
I let the bag fall and I look at my brother. "Riley thought it would be funny to kiss Bella, when she pushed him away, he grabbed her. I could have taken him if Jasper didn't get in the way!" I yelled the last part so Jasper would hear me.
Bella goes to the freezer takes out more ice, making another bag for Emmett's hand. His knuckles are bleeding. "Yeah, well he won't be fucking coming around her anymore," Emmett says.
"I'm sorry," Bella says shaking her head. "I knew it was a stupid game to play."
"Bella, he was talking about your ass before the game, okay? He just used the game to try and hook up with you. I fucking told him you were with Emmett." I seethe.
Emmett goes to Bella, he pulls her close and hugs her. "You okay, baby?" he asks her.
"I'm fine, Em. Are you okay?" she asks, and I get up. This is gross.
I just got my ass kicked for a girl I can't stand. I am beyond annoyed.
You are fucking welcome, Emmett.
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